Velma clutched her purse in her lap as the Model A zoomed around curves. Her dear friend Vesta was always carefree and Velma admired that. Usually. She peered at the hood ornament and tried to focus on its shape and shine.
She’d purchased a lovely hostess gift for Scarlett. Velma felt lucky to have such a dear old friend — one who would open her home at the drop of a hat. Velma kept her eyes on the hood ornament, but thought about Scarlett opening her gift. She would squeal, quite certainly.
The cups had beautiful handpainted poppies on them in her signature color. Velma smiled, a little giddy with gift-giving. The Model A lurched around a corner. Velma gripped her purse. Almost to New York.